Chapter 3: The First Letter (3)
About 100 students had already convened at the 'grass-covered' knight’s training ground. The sound of them forming in pairs soon turned into chatter. It was the characteristic vigor of the academy, which symbolizes the youths of the continent. But even those chatters subsided in an instant the moment I arrived.
It was as if a high-ranking noble came to visit a rural village. At the very least, it was not a treatment that a Viscount’s second son could enjoy. The icy silence settled around me just because of my infamy.
It came as a considerable burden on my mind to pay attention to hundreds of stares at once. It made me want to vomit out the soup I had for breakfast.
Of course, I wasn't the only cause of this chilling silence.
Already, I could feel an ominous gaze on me from somewhere.
At once, my eyes turned to the source of that penetrating gaze. It was just as I expected.
Lustrous gray hair stood out as if they were born out of the fusion of the finest of white and black shades. Her hair that came down to her waist might be a nuisance for a knight, but for a woman, it only accentuated her beauty.
She is gifted with deep blue eyes reminiscent of the ocean floor and with flawless complexion. The uniforms of the Knight’s Division, which emphasized practicality, adhered to her body, revealing her womanly curves that somehow gave off an innocent charm.
She is a beautiful woman. Sometimes, when I stared into those sapphire eyes, I often wondered if she is even human. Wouldn't she be a glassware that was painstakingly molded by a skilled artisan?